Home come all of my smaller friends and co workers sized 2-8 always say they're sooo fat
?
How come that makes me feel like they're calling me "Shamoo" behind my back?
How come I'm sexy anyway?
How come Moke can't be found when you wanna talk to her?
How come I want a caramel cheesecake?
How come I can't have any while I'm working on these fabulous abs I'm dreaming of?
How come My new home is wonderful?
How come I really wish I had a computer?
How come my boss actually thinks I'm listening when all I hear is "blah, blah, blah, blah"?
How come I wish I could just wiggle my nose and be home?